O sacred head, sore wounded - Hassler, Hans Leo

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⌛ Period → Renaissance ◈ Genre / Form → Hymns

♯ Key C major

⁄ Time Signature 4/4

♬ Voicing → SAB

◆ Difficulty

Intermediate (Grade 4-5)

↕ Range F2 – D5

¶ Language → English

Measures 8

Texture mixed texture

Parts 3

Instruments SAB

Pages 1

CPDL # 67638

Editor Andrew Sims

Posted 2022-01-17

License CPDL License

♫Pitch Ranges

Midi_74

F2 – C#4

¶Lyrics / Text

O sacred head, sore wounded, defiled and put to scorn; O kingly head, surrounded with mocking crown of thorn: what sorrow mars thy grandeur? Can death thy bloom deflower? O countenance whose splendor the hosts of heaven adore! Thy beauty, long-desirèd, hath vanished from our sight; thy power is all expirèd, and quenched the light of light. Ah me! for whom thou diest, hide not so far thy grace: show me, O Love most highest, the brightness of thy face. In thy most bitter passion my heart to share doth cry, with thee for my salvation upon the cross to die. Ah, keep my heart thus movèd to stand thy cross beneath, to mourn thee, well-belovèd, yet thank thee for thy death. What language shall I borrow to thank thee, dearest friend, for this thy dying sorrow, thy pity without end? Oh, make me thine for ever! and should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never, outlive my love for thee. My days are few, O fail not, with thine immortal power, to hold me that I quail not in death’s most fearful hour; that I may fight befriended, and see in my last strife to me thine arms extended upon the cross of life.

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